Kiss Of Death

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GOAL ACHIEVED!!!

I've wanted to write a story with 10+ parts and I finally accomplished it! I have a few that are that long, but I'm testing myself to make my stories longer. :D Let's celebrate! I will have this story finished by Next Sunday. I hope. :P 



The man was odd, I thought as I watched from the bushes. He was always talking to himself. I followed him to this place. An old prison. He didn't know I was following for so long. At first I thought he was one of us.

When I realized he wasn't like us I wasn't sure if I was jealous or if I felt sorry for him. I was alone. I had no one to eat him with. He smelled good, like sickness. He wouldn't have survived long anyway. The sickness was already making him weak. It would have been an easy fight. When he left the prison he got slower and weaker.

And then he fell and started talking sweetly to himself. He said a name. A pretty name. I knelt by him. I really didn't like taking lives, but this guy was near death anyway. I grunted a few times. He talked to me and touched my face. He was either accepting his death and giving his life to me, or was just insane. But who am I to talk? I eat people for nutrition and there aren't many people alive anymore.

I've eaten a lot of people. Including friends, family and complete strangers. Would you believe I used to be a Vegan?! This Virus sure made you crave everything.


 I couldn't stand him babbling on and on about this girl, so I ripped his heart out and ate. Sick humans tasted better to me. They had more exotic flavor. Kind of like Chinese food. Healthy people just tasted like normal food. Well, I guess "normal" is a bad word for it. But in a world like this, it was normal.

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